Damon:The morning was cold, much colder than usual. Or maybe it was just me.I sat at the head of the dining table, my fingers wrapped around a mug of black coffee, but I wasn’t drinking it. I was staring at the swirling steam, my thoughts tangled in a mess I couldn’t untangle.The past few months
Sienna:The house was eerily silent when we arrived.Damon walked in first, his posture stiff, his expression unreadable. Ethan and a few guards followed closely behind, their presence heavier than usual. I stayed near the door, my hands trembling at my sides as I struggled to keep my breathing stea
Damon:For a few moments I debated on whether or not to go and speak to Sienna.I debated on whether to assure her that things were going to be alright as well, but she did not have to worry, that she did not have to put my mother's words in her mind.But after she decided to go to her room, she agr
Sienna:The walls of my childhood room felt smaller than I remembered.I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting in my lap, my mind spiraling with thoughts I couldn’t control. The events of the last few hours replayed over and over like a broken record.Kael had been shot.Damon’s father, the m
Damon:The room was quiet, the only sound being the soft beeping of the monitors attached to my father.This was the only sharing sound that I could hear throughout the past few days. This and his breathing.For the past few days, this infirmary had been my second home. I had spent hours sitting in
Sienna:I sat at the small wooden desk in my room, my fingers hovering over the trackpad of my laptop. A list of job postings filled the screen, each one a potential escape, a chance to regain some of the independence I had lost. Each one of them was making me more determined to work hard to get wha
Damon:I stood in the middle of my office, pacing like a caged animal. My hands were clenched into fists at my sides, my thoughts spiraling into something sharp and wild.To say that I was livid, that I was furious, that I was angry, would be an understatement to what I was feeling.She went.She ac
Sienna:The ride back from the interview felt like I was floating.“We are sure that you are going to be excelling in your position.” She had said as she looked at me smiling, looking more proud than she should have been.I’d gotten the job.I did not expect to get the job I came here when I applied
My hands instinctively gripped his shirt as his kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine in a hungry, claiming kiss that stole all reason from my mind.He walked me backward until my back met the edge of the desk, his hands gripping my hips like he was anchoring himself to reality. I was melti
Sienna:He had been following me around the entire morning.Not only has he been following me, but he's been trying his best to speak to me only to be ignored. I needed to focus on work and he was not allowing me to do so.From the second we walked into the company building, Damon Lockwood had his e
Damon:Delilah’s scent was the first thing I caught the second I turned down the hallway.It was subtle, soft and floral, but it carried that underlying sharpness, the kind that crawled under the skin no matter how much you tried to ignore it. She stepped out of the guest room, still in that silky r
Sienna:I stared blankly at the floor, the tea in my hands long forgotten, growing cold in the ceramic cup. My fingers curled tighter around it, like I was holding on to something, anything, that wouldn’t slip through my grasp.But the truth was, it already had.No matter how hard I try to deny it,
Delilah:I stared at the door Damon had just slammed shut, the echo of it vibrating through the walls and my bones. My hands trembled, but not from fear. From rage.He was smarter than I gave him credit for.That made him dangerous.My father was right. I did underestimate Damon Lockwood. The man kn
Damon:I was quiet as I watched. I had my arms crossed over my chest. Something was wrong. I knew that it was.Delilah had been moved to the guest room by the time I left the infirmary. The nurses said she needed rest, that the wound wasn’t deep but she was dehydrated, disoriented. They didn’t say a
Sienna:The moment I stepped into the infirmary, I felt the shift in the air.I felt the weight that it carried, no matter how hard I wanted to deny it.It was subtle, too subtle, perhaps, but undeniable.Something was off.Damon stood near the bed, his back straight, his hands behind him in a stanc
Sienna:Something was wrong.I could feel it crawling under my skin, creeping into the quiet corners of my heart. Damon’s voice had been too sharp when he told me to go back to the room, his body too tense, his eyes too guarded.He was hiding something.He was hiding something, whatever it was. I ha
Damon:I could still feel it, the bond. The one that should not exist.The one that didn’t belong to her.The one that I knew that I already had, I did not reject Sienna. At least the rejection did not work. Our daughter being born was proof of it not working. If it did, then Isla not be here.This